Wake Up! (Live Hollywood Bowl 1968)

Wake up You can’t remember where it was Had this dream stopped The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead prisons And she was beside me Old she’s numb Her dark red hair The white soft skin Now run to the mirror in the bathroom Look She’s coming in here I can’t live thru each slow century of her moving I let my cheek slide down The cool smooth tile Feel the good cold stinging blood The smooth hissing snakes of rain